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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.