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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.