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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fat Boys 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.