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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.