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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.