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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Wire to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Jandek,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.