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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.