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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.