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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crime to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
X-102,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.