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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.