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 Kosovo 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.