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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.