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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.