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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.