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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
The Move,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.