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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.