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 East Timor and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
The Evens,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.