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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.