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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.