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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.