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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.