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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.