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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.