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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Mars,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.