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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.