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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.