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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.