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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
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.