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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.