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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
MDC,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.