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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Suicide,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Can,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.