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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.