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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.