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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Can,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.