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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
The Busters,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.