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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.