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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.