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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.