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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.