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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.