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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Index to the techno 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.