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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Swans to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.