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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.