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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.