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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.