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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.