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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.