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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.