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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.