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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.