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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.