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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.