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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.