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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.