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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Monks,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.