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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Darondo,
AZ,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.