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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Josef K,
The Associates,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
X-102,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.