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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.