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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.