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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.