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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Selecter 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.