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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Index,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.