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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.