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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.