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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.