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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
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.