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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.