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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.