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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.