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 Liberia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.