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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Ronan,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.