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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.