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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.