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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.