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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Television,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Nas,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.