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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.