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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.