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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.