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 Nauru 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Magma,
Inner City,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.