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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.