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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.