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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Wings,
the Germs,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.