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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Sparks,
UT,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.