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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.