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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.