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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.