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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.