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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.