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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.