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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.