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 Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.