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 Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.