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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.