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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
UT,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.