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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Index,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.