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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.