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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.