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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Scott Walker 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.