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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.