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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.