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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.