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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.