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 Spain and from Paris.
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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Can,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.