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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.