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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
The Move,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.