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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.