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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.