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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.