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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.