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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.