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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Can,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.