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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
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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.