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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.