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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.