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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.