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 Togo and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
the Association,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.