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 Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
The Names,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.