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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.