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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.