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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.