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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.