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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.