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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.