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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.