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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Organ,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.