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 Andorra and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.