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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.