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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Excepter,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.