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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.