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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
the Association,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.