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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.