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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.