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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.