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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.