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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.