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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.