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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.