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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.