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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.