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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Monolake,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.