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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.