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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.