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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.