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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
MDC,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.