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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.