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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.