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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Organ,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.