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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
cv313,
Scion,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.