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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
X-101,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Index,
The Residents,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.