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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.