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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s 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 Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.