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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Wire,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.