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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.