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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.