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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.