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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.