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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.