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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lyres,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.