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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Fear,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.