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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.