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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.