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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Organ to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
MC5,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.