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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.