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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.