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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.