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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Television,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.