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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.