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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.