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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.