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 India and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Mars,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.