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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.