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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.