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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.