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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
This Heat,
X-102,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.