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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.