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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Shoche to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.