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 Nigeria 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.