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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.