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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Darondo,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.