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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.