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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.