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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 J.B.'s to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.