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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Wake,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.