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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.