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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.