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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Saints to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.