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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
DNA,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.