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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.