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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.