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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.