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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.