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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.