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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
June Days,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Smog,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.