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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Brick,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.