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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.