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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.