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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.