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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.