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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.