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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.