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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Crime,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.