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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.