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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.