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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Monks,
ABC,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.