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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.