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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.