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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Inner City,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Monks,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.