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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.