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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.