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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.