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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.