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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.