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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.