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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.