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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.