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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.