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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.