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 Sweden 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.