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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 Michael McDonald 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.