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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.