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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
CMW,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.