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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.