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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.