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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Monks,
Can,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.