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 Vietnam 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
The Move,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.