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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Evens to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.