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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.