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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.