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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.