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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.