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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Gong,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.