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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.