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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.