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 Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.