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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.