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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.