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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.