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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.