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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.