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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 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 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
New Order,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.