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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.