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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.