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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.