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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.