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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.