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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.