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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.