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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.