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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.