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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.