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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.