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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Brick,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.