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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Brick,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.