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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.