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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.