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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.