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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.