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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Fear,
UT,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.