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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.