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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Pagans,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.