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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barry Ungar 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.