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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.