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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.