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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.