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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.