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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.