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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.