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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.