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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.