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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
PIL,
Excepter,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.