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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
CMW,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.