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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.