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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.