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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.