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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Yazoo 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.