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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.