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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
MDC,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.