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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.