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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Visage,
Wings,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.