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 Singapore 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Scion,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.