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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Fugs,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Fear,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.