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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gong,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Franke,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.