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 Libya 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.