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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.