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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.