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 Italy 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
New Order,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.