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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.