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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.