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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.