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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.