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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.