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 Germany 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.