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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Happenings to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.