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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.