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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Cluster,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.