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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.