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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Last Poets 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.