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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.