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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.