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 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.