Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.