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 Sierra Leone 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Mars,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.