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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Cure,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.