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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.