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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis 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 rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.