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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.