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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.