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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.