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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
MC5,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
The Index,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.