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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.