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 Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalann 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.