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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Nas,
X-102,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.