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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brand Nubian 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.