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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Selecter to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.