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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.