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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.