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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Mars,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.