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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.