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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Darondo,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.