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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.