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 Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Happenings to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.