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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Seeds to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Names,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.