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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.