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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.