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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Magma,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.