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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.