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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.