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 Somalia and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.