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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.