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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.