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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.