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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.