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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.