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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.