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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
AZ,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.