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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Liliput 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 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.