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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.