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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Move,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Pylon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.