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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.