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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.