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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.