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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The United States of America to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Section 25,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.