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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.