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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.