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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.