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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.