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 Iraq 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.