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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.