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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
MC5,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.