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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scion to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Rakim,
The Names,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
the Association,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.