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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.