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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.