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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.