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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.