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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.