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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.