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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.