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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.