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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.