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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.