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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.