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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Index,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Wire,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.