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 Mauritius 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.