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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.