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 Guyana 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.