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 Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.