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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.