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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.