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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Visage,
Inner City,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.