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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Slave,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.