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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.