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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.