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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.