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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.