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 Equatorial Guinea and from Halifax.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Rakim,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.