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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 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 The Divine Comedy 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.