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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.