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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.