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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.