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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Can,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.