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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s 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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.