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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.