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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.