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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.