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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.