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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.