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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Neu!,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.