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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.