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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.