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 Liberia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.