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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Erasure,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.