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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.