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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.