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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.