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 Romania and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Magazine,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.