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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Organ,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.