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 Chad and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
The Remains,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.