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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.