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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Technova,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.