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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.