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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.