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 Haiti 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Television,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
cv313,
This Heat,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.