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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.