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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.