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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
The Move,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.