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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.