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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.