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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.