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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.