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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.