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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.