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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.