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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.