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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.