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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.