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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.