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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.