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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.