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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.