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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.