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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
X-101,
John Lydon,
ABC,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.