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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.