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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.