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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.