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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.