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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.