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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.