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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.