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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Symarip,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.