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 Mauritania 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.