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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
The Names,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.