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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.