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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Swans,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.