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 Ecuador 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.