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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.