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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.