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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.