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 Bangladesh 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.