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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.