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 Spain 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
This Heat,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.