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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.