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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.