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 Barbados 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Gong,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.