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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.