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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.