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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.