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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.