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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Sparks,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.