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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.