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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.