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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Ossler,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.