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 Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.