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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '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 Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.