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 Australia and from Lille.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.