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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
The Evens,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.