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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.