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 China and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.