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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.