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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.