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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.