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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.