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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.