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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.