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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.