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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.