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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.