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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.