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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.