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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Swans,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.