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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.