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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.