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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.