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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Rapeman,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.