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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.