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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.