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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Yaz,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.