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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
The Smiths,
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.