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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.