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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.