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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.