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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.