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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.