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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.