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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.