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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.