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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Nas,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
UT,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.