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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Lyres,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.