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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.