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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Radio Birdman 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.