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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.