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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.