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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.