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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.