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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.