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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.