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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.