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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.