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 Turkmenistan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Slave,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.