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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.