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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
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.