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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.