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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.