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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.