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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.