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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.