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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
AZ,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Franke,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.