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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.