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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.