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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.