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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Can,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Mars,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.