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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.