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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.